Brief History:Arilee was born in Duluth Minnesota, where she lived with her mother Ami. Arilee often wondered about her father, why he never visited, called, wrote letters, or did anything to contact his daughter. Her mother told her not to fret, that she would be recognized by him when she came of age. Of course, Arilee thought her father was a complete jerk for ignoring her existence. What was she supposed to think. But a strange encounter with a homeless man set her mother on edge, which sent her packing. Arilee was crushed when her mother said her father had called and told her that he wanted her to go to a special camp. To say the least, Ari was furious. Sixteen years he decided not to contact her and all of the sudden he called and wanted her to go to a "special" camp? He couldn't have known she had ADHD and dyslexia. But her mother insisted, and she packed her bags.

A single day before she was scheduled to leave, her mother said her father had a package for her. Disgruntled, Ari figured it was something to help with her ADHD or dyslexia. Like a laptop or a treadmill. But what awaited her on the porch sent a trill through her. A timber wolf, grey and brown and cream stood with his ears pricked and his brown eyes locked on her. It was young, maybe eight or nine months old. But Arilee had a strange feeling that she had seen him before, out in the woods behind her house. He always seemed to be there once she took a special interest in the forest. Sometimes she thought she heard the wolves speaking her her, calling her "My lady" and other regal names. But Ari had thought it was all in her head, until she heard his voice speak, in a gentle rustic accent. Tucsila. Arilee was stunned, but she soon came to know the secrets of her father through her wolf Tucsila, of whom she came to call "Tuc." (Pronounced 't-oo-k.') Tuc told the story of her father Apollo, who was the god of archery, poems, and music(of which Ari wasn't surprised with, since she excelled in archery and singing) and how his sacred animal was the wolf and the raven. And he soon explained how her father sent Tucsila to guard her from harm. He explained the monsters in the world of demi-gods and told her of a weapon in the woods her father had left for her. Arilee didn't deny what Tucsila had explained, for she was never lied to by a wolf before. And the look in his eyes were convincing enough.

The next morning she was due to leave. But she had a quest of her own to complete, finding her father's weapons he left for her. As usual, wolves began to fall in place near her, their whispering filling her ears. Finally, she asked them about the weapons. One wolf, a large black male stepped forward. Ari always figured he was the leader of the pack. And it proved correct. The pack fell in place next to him as he began to walk deeper in the woods. Follow the pack m'lady. They can lead you to your father's gifts. he spoke to her mind. And she followed. They walked for miles, deep into the heart of the wood where a small clearing began to show. It's spring flowers bloomed and the green grass billowed in the wind. A large oak tree sprouted from it's center. She circled the tree, trying to find a possible crack where a weapon could be concealed. But none was found. She climbed, poked, prodded, dug, and searched for at least an hour with still no luck. She was angry, her father had left her nothing. Nothing that she could find, unless she was supposed to take the tree. She picked up a rock from under her foot and hurled it at the tree. A loud hollow thump broke the silence. The oak was hollow. She approached the tree slowly, as if acting by an unseen force she placed her hand against the bark of the tree and it's bark fell away, revealing a smooth and elegant black bow with a leather grip and a quiver of black-shafted arrows. Her hand reached out and took the bow into her grasp, it fit into her hand perfectly. She slung the quivers leather strap over her head and shoulder and began to journey back to her home. She met Tucsila on her walk, and his eyes were fulled with relief at the sight of her. What were you off to? The idea of having a protector is to be protected! Meaning the protector comes along! Just tell me before you leave next time m'lady? She nodded and stroked his ear, and the pair headed away. "Lets go to camp Tuc."

Ari never did say goodbye to her mother, but she contacted her in various places along the journey. Ari was nervous about taking Tuc in the city, in fear that he was spotted and he was a wolf and she was a girl with a bow and arrows. But he informed her about the Mist, and how the veil shields mortal's vision from reality. He explained that he would probably be seen as a pet dog, much to Tuc's disgust, and her quiver and bow would be seen as a briefcase or a backpack.

Arilee made it through the cities without getting mobbed by monsters as Tuc had feared, and the two waited just inside the gates of Camp Half-Blood. And they were introduced to Chiron and the rest of the campers. She informed them that she was the daughter of Apollo, and she was bunked with her siblings.

After her first hellhound attack two months ago, she was given a half-celestial bronze half-silver dagger.

Physical Appearance: Arilee stands 5' 7", she has long legs and is very athletic. Her face is smooth and featureless, with striking light blue eyes. She has blond hair that reaches down just past her shoulder-blades, it's naturally curly. The one thing Ari lacks is physical strength, especially upper-body strength. Which makes her an easy opponent with a sword.

Ari puts very little effort into her looks. She is usually in a simple white tank-top or t-shirt and blue jeans. Or if the weather is cold, she throws on her brown leather jacket and a black beanie.

Personality: Arilee is one not very easy to get along with at times. She is very argumentative, even if she knows she is wrong just to protect her dignity. She is sometimes very aloof, preferring to be off alone than with other crowds. She often goes out to the wood and sings, one of the three traits she inherited from her father that she thoroughly enjoys. But if you catch her and you rub her the wrong way, just remember that Apollo's kids can curse you with their poems and songs.

But if you DO manage to get on her good side and become friends with her, she's as loving as Aphrodite herself. She is loyal to all her friends, and holds them above herself. But you have to pass Tucsila's sniff test first! Especially if your a guy, he's very...protective.

Ari is easily angered, her fatal flaw that can cloud her senses and block out the rest of the world. She has learned to control her anger more and more each day, but they don't call it FATAL for nothing.

Brief History: Scott is from Boston, Massachusetts. He lived with his mother Jaci until he was twelve years old, the birthday his mother decided to send him to Camp Half-Blood because he was getting out of hand. Until then, he didn't know what he was capable of. He had no clue what he was capable of until the car ride up to New York in his mom's BMW. His mom told him stories of peculiar occurrences in his life which, before, she insisted were "strange quirks of luck." Like when he picked up a hot pan when he was nine and the heat didn't burn him, or when in the hot summer months he failed to sense extreme heat. She worked her way to the story he was waiting for. When he was eleven, he tended to get bullied at school. Like his mother, he has a specialty of ignoring spite. It seemed to just bounce off of him, right back to the bully. But there was one subject that struck him like a knife. They were starting to tease his mother, telling "yo mamma" jokes and fat jokes. He didn't remember much after that, but his mother told him the rest of the story. He had gotten so angry, so infuriated that his hands became burning hot, like miniature stoves. And before long, he had an open flame burning from his fingers and palm. His mother found him with his burning hands trembling in the park. He had run away from school after a lady tried to catch him in fear of being kicked out of yet another school. She reassured him, and his body cooled. Now the suspicions his mother had were true, her son was a flame-user. A rare occurrence in the children of Hephaestus.

Scott has only left Camp Half-Blood for Christmas and the beginning of the school year, to tame down his mother's efforts to get him into a school close by that he could fit in. He knew full well that he would never "fit in" at a school, but he is seventeen, and as strong as an ox ever since his years at Camp Half-Blood. He had a slim chance of getting picked on or bullied, but he had a feeling that if he was he would end up fighting. And that would be another school he would be expelled from. Jeez, the principals never listened to his side of the story. Whoever came out on bottom is always the bad guy in Scott's case, but the school board sees it vice versa.

Over his five-year stay, he has improved incredibly in the forges and in the Arena. He has become a highly skilled swordsman and fighter.

Physical Appearance: Scott is built like your average working-class teenager. Strong muscles, callused hands, and a cocky smile. He stands 5'11" and is 173 lbs. He has brown hair that he styles to a spike in the front. He has deep earth-brown eyes and a serious expression. He is what a lot of girls call attractive, despite being a son of the ugliest god that was thrown off of Olympus as a child.

His wardrobe is simple. Grey or white t-shirt, blue jeans, and a denim jacket or button-down.

Personality: Scott is a smart-alek, and most everyone knows it. Coming from a big city, it's stubbornness never seemed to leave him as he came out to Camp Half-Blood. He doesn't have a problem with pride though, its all "Yankee sarcasm."

He's not very good with girls. In fact, he's almost scared of them. He gets awkward and tongue-tied, which the girls find cute. He knows his Bostonian accent draws them in, but he doesn't know anything else. Though with the right girls, typically not the daughters of Aphrodite, he does just fine with.

He is fun-loving. He loves anything with music, because he can completely cut loose. He's a pretty good dancer, and he was into gymnastics before he came to camp. Because of that, a lot of guys think he's girly.

But don't let his fun-loving attitude fool you. He has a serious streak just like his dad. Once you tap into the right topics that is.

He's sensitive. He cares what other people say, and about other people.

Fatal Flaw: Personal Loyalty- will "risk the world to save a friend."

Pets: None

Talents:He's a fire-user, meaning he can control flame and start it with his thoughts. Immune to fire.

Brief History: Alexi lived a life she wasn't happy of. Lets start with the things she hated most; her father and stepmother. Her father was abusive to her, forcing her to work and do things she didn't want to do. And if she refused, she got whipped. She could bear it at first, thinking it would end. Her father apologized after each whipping, but it got worse by the day. She began to notice long white scars running down her back.There was one major reason for her whipping; her voice. Her stepmother wanted money, and they weren't exactly the richest people in New York. So when her stepmother found out a way to get rich, she went for it with gusto. She shoved Alexi in the "right" direction, selling her to recording agencies and forcing her to sing. She liked singing, but she liked singing her own songs in her own time. Not being told what and how to sing. But after a few songs, a few hundred thousand dollars, and several hundred whippings later she ran away. The reason she ran away? Her father did nothing to put reason into her stepmother's head, nor the other way. She arrived at Camp Half Blood when she was 14, armed with a Celestial bronze dagger and a shield.

Physical Appearance: Alexi is what some may call beautiful. She has a simple elegance that most strive for. Her hair naturally falls in place around her shoulders, and her pale blue icy eyes add a feeling of ferocity to her appearance.

Alexi always seems to have a look of fear on her face.

Alexi wears simple clothes during a normal day, a white cotton dress and white sandals. She almost resembles a goddess by her features. But don't underestimate her! She always has Casper, a Celestial bronze dagger strapped to her brown belt, and her celestial bronze shield.

Personality: Alexi, if you get to know her, is gentle and selfless. She would always put her friends before herself. If your not very familiar with Alexi, then she may seen defensive, quiet, and maybe a little snappy. She's very quick to make judgments. Though if your persistent, she may change her view on you.

Alexi is racked by fear. Fear of losing her loved ones, fear of her loved ones hurting her, and fear of loving.

Fatal Flaw: Misjudgment, Fear

Pets: Hamish- 1 year old Belgian Malinois

Talents: Alexi can summon ice storms and snowstorms, from gentle snowflakes to painful hail and ice storms that can be quite useful in battle.

She excels in hand-to-hand combat. She took self-defense classes and karate classes when she was young. She has also learned how to kick box...so look out!

Weapons:She always has Casper, a Celestial bronze dagger strapped to her brown belt, and her celestial bronze shield.

Year-Round or Summer:Year-round

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Brief History: Michael came from a household where perfection was expected. His father was a doctor at Mayo Clinic in Minnesota, a neurosurgeon. He expected his son to be exactly like him. But he...well...proved unworthy of that. He was dyslexic to begin with, so his grades were B's and C's at best. His father was disappointed in him, with him being a child of Athena he thought his son would be a total brain. And he was, when it came to Greek, plans, and strategy. Sure, he knew intense mathematics and physics and everything else, but he loved strategy. Michael's father soon got so down by Michael's failing grades in school that he sent him to a private school that deals with dyslexic kids. His father hoped it would help his son carry through. And it did, sort of. Just turns out half of his teachers were monsters. This was where he had his first battle. Obviously he won, otherwise he'd be... dead. Athena spoke to his father and convinced him to send Michael to Camp Half-Blood for proper training, so he could survive.

On his second year of camp, two things happened. Firstly, his father died. He died of a sudden stroke, and Michael had to fly back and plan his funeral. One of the plans he didn't like.The second thing that happened? He got a pegasus. Well, he found a pegasus. He was kind of wandering through the woods as a colt, and he took a fancy to Michael. He followed him back to the Athena cabin, and gave him quite a surprise in the morning when he woke up and found a colt's face right in front of his own! He decided to name him Festus, which meant "happy" in Latin. Because at that moment, the pegasus seemed pretty *&@$ happy.

Physical Appearance: "I'm sexy and I know it!"Michael isn't bad to look at. He has a rugged look to him, since he barely looks in the mirror. His blonde hair is kind of in an array around his head, falling into whatever position it wants to lie in, because Michael could really care less. He has stormy gray eyes, just like his mother. He is 6 feet tall and has a size 12 shoe. He is normally seen wearing a white t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. Did I mention he has a 6-pack? :P

Personality: Michael is almost all work and no play. He can be considered a "workaholic." He's almost always in either the library, the Athena cabin, or the arena. Though, it isn't unusual to see him out swimming once in a while. He loves the water. He goes to the stables and takes care of Festus every day, and he goes riding.

Michael isn't one to bite his tongue...so to speak. He will always speak his mind, whether it be good or bad. He's very honest this way, and hold nothing back from anyone.He is used to being the head honcho, so he might not be the best person to listen to orders.

Michael has his fatal flaw of course; sense of duty. It's his most valued asset, and most dangerous trait. He'll do whatever he thinks is right, and he'll do it at any cost. Even if it takes his own life.

Fatal Flaw: Sense of duty

Pets: Festus; a year old black stallion pegasus. Very tame and friendly to everyone, but is very picky on who rides him.

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Talents: Michael, from his mother Athena, has incredible intelligence. He can solve most complex problems with ease and is an amazing strategist.

He is handy with a sword, which he always has strapped to his belt.

Weapons: A celestial bronze sword.

Year-Round or Summer: Year-round

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Looks good! It's just that children of Khione don't have control or the ability to ride winds. If the powers of demigods were also influenced by the parents of their god parents, things would get CRAZY here, haha.

Also, while the idea of a stygian ice dagger is cool, it's extremely unlikely that she would stumble upon one - as stygian ice is from the underworld - and also little is known about stygian ice so I'm not entirely sure if it can be used in a weapon. Maybe change her dagger to be celestial bronze?

Brief History: Jill is from Manhattan, which makes it a little strange that she didn't get to camp sooner than she did. But her father didn't want her to go, since she was the picture of her mother. (Her father didn't know her mother was Aphrodite.) And she was all he had left of her, since she left without even a goodbye. Her father was a biker, was rich, and handsome, so it was no wonder Aphrodite fell for him. She lived in a big white house,

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